it's strange, the school year.

like a phoenix from the ashes, every year it is reborn. will other kids be in my exact shoes next year? saying goodbye to a luckily placed preparatory period, or saying good bye to passing friends?

it's strange, how self absorbed we are.

Yes, we all assume we are alone in our pain, while surrounded by those nearly identical to us in their melancholy, but the thing that makes us all selfish is not that we insist that no one else knows how we feel, nor that we neglect to console those nearest to us, but that we don't tell people what we feel. We whine, complain, but those are very different compared to actually telling someone.

i really dont want this school year to end.